I’ll be working a good part of the day and thus spared a lot of repetitions. Whether pre-electoral or post-electoral, the noise levels drown out common sense ten to one.
Common sense, she says. What a cop-out. In these, apocalyptic times. Times such as the universe has never known, etc. True enough, none of us have ever lived through the coming day before. Whether pre- or post-apocalyptic may depend on mindset.
This may be democracy’s biggest problem. Compared to totalitarian regimes, democracy doesn’t cut it in the drama department. Parliaments and National Assemblies are boring. Politicians are pompous and ineffectual for the most part. Etc. Not that life looks all that much fun in North Korea but talk of the boogyman raises more adrenalin than an umpteenth report from the sub-committee investigating the possibility of a new subdivision of existing burroughs.
So let us dream elsewhere.
I hear no two pregnancies are alike. At the metaphorical level, this holds true for story writing. Some stories are harder to pull together than others. Too many characters in need of greater definition in this one – I’m shunting several of them aside for the time being, to get a better fix on others.
The feeling as I write this: about as thrilling as pulling apart a piece of machinery to examine its individual components. Is there a mechanic in the audience?
No mechanic. All right, back to the parts laid out on a large piece of canvas.